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			<title>Her Evil</title>
			<description>&quot;The mind's too dark, thoughts, pure evil.&quot;They murmur behind closed doors and windows&quot;Her eyes don't shine, her head's not right.&quot;They tell each other and watch and whisper&quot;She'll waste away in hell she'll stay and pay for all these sins.&quot; They sayUnknowing of the troubled tides within th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyanth/2891946/</link>
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			<title>Introvert </title>
			<description>In that moment the metal and plastic structure became my body, the sheets that draped over it, tapping the glass were hope's final outreach.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyanth/2809210/</link>
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			<title>The Breath of Emptiness</title>
			<description>There are days when our thoughts plumet into the depths of our perception, threatening to shake the very foundation of what we beleive. And there are days when we find ourselves barely able to scratch the surface of our minds, clouded by the strange impenetrable haze of numb lack of thought. Tho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyanth/2795334/</link>
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			<title>Death Doesn't Come In A White Limo</title>
			<description>&quot;What's your name?&quot; She asked quietly. Her voice rasped from lack of use.
It took the man a moment to answer and Clariece almost thought he hadn't heard her.
&quot;Elan.&quot;
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyanth/2127916/</link>
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			<title>I Met the Mirror</title>
			<description>&quot;You're Insane...&quot; I realize.
&quot;I know,&quot; It replies.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lyanth/2123413/</link>
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			<title>Enshrouded Soul</title>
			<description>Who am I? They asked..</description>
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